If I must dance in the dark
then you lead
until we turn again
If autumn leaves must fall
you lead
till we can turn again
The winter grows long
like a breathless song
and the trees are bare
but the thaw will come
and the rain will dance
till the leaves are there
Since autumn leaves must fall
you lead
till we can turn again
Since I must dance in the dark
you lead
until we turn again
John, John, this is my favorite of all your poems. Simply magical. Love is sorrow, said the Buddha. The sorrow is worth it, you say. We all dance in the dark, none know the Truth. The ghosts lead. Let us turn again. Let us turn again, as the seasons turn, indifferent to us, though we dare not be indifferent to them. To everything there is a season. A time to gather stones together, a time to cast away stones. A time for every purpose under the heaven. I am greatly moved by this cry from the heart, the beauty of the words, the pathos which captures all the losses we endure, as we dance in the darkness. Yet dance we must - even if the ghosts of the past lead. It helps to know we have compatriots in the darkness. Total admiration for this poem, Will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Praise for your elegant lines. The refrain you have used here is very effective. In my opinion, this is truly a world class poem. Kindest regards, Sandra